I was down in London again this week and, whilst I like it down there, and enjoy the whole walking-over-the-bridge-across-the-Thames thing, the elegant houses of Richmond, and the edgy vibrancy of Hounslow, I love more than anything returning to my home. I love Halifax. It's a nice reminder when I get back and see the hills.
Though I'm a manc (well, Salfordian really) by birth, i grew up in Bolton, a mill town on the other side of the Pennines to halifax; so I've always been a Pennines lass at heart. In Bolton you have to go to the edges of the town to see the hills (though the town is builst up the sides o fthem, so there isn't much flat land there either); in Halifax the Pennine landscape is so much more visible right at the centre of the town.
I'm only really happy and home when I'm in the Pennines.
Got a couple of pics from the train station
